JJ
The detective didn’t call to tell me they had found Havoc.
He called because they hadn’t.
I was between appointments, standing behind the reception desk while Stitch cleaned his station. Nixx and Benny were in the clubhouse, and Millie was spending the afternoon with Hannah.
For once, nobody was hovering.
Progress came in strange forms.
“We’ve made multiple attempts to locate Donald Harper,” the detective said. “He has not been at the addresses we’ve checked.”
My fingers tightened around the phone. “What exactly does that mean?”
“At this point, it means we’re looking for him and haven’t located him.”
I had become fluent in careful language over the last few months. Every word mattered, especially the ones people deliberately didn’t use.
“Is there a warrant?”
“There are active
